92: Chapter 92 Death is like a cool summer night, allowing one to sleep peacefully without worry.

Cheng Yu Planet, Imperial Palace.

Main Body was currently lounging leisurely on a soft couch by the window, holding a white porcelain teacup as warm and smooth as jade, his gaze sweeping calmly across the space before him.

Main Body was not as busy as his clones had imagined.

He had divided the imperial power into two parts: "drafting proposals" and "final approval"—that is, formulating governance strategies and making the final decisions.

Inside the Hall of Diligent Governance, over a dozen beautiful concubines with distinct temperaments sat upright behind exquisite jade desks.

On the light screens before them, summaries of memorials submitted by high-ranking officials from various star sectors of the empire were scrolling in real-time.

Their task was to read, analyze, and then provide handling opinions and strategic directions on triplicate drafting data pads.

Whether it was disaster relief, bandit suppression, diplomacy, or fiscal and tax affairs, they had to carefully weigh the pros and cons, propose solutions, and then submit them to their man for final approval.

Doing well brought rewards; doing poorly brought punishment.

Main Body never feared powerful ministers usurping the state, imperial relatives causing chaos, eunuchs forming cliques, or military generals rebelling.

The number of conspiracies in this world was as numerous as the stars, and underhanded tricks were like the sands of the Ganges.

Rather than fearing conspiracies, guarding against them, and being suspicious of everything, it was better to embrace them, utilize them, and use them as sustenance.

When Clone No. 3 was in critical condition, Main Body had sensed it; after all, it was a clone he had marked for special attention.

Main Body checked his thoughts and discovered that the person who had arranged the assassination attempt was none other than the old guy himself.

"Heh, the old thing is bolder than me, and he really isn't afraid of dying," Main Body said with a laugh.

"Your Majesty, look at how I wrote this~~"

Unlike Vera's sluggish laziness, and unlike Isabella's shrewd capability.

As one of the newly promoted concubines, Consort Olivia's strength lay in her exceptional ability to act coquettishly.

Her voice was exceptionally soft and sweet, her figure was exceptionally supple, and her skin was exceptionally fair.

Therefore, even though her drafting proposals were often written in a complete mess, Main Body never had the heart to reprimand her harshly, at most asking her to rewrite them.

Main Body picked up her data pad and took a look. Putting aside the governance methods she had drafted... there were typos all over the page. If this were sent out as is, wouldn't people laugh at the Gene Tyrant for being semi-illiterate?

"Study, study! I tell you to study, but you don't listen!" Main Body was so angry that he used the data pad to tap Olivia three times on the thickest part of her body.

In reality, Olivia was faking it. She had earned two doctoral degrees on her home planet. Apart from being truly unskilled in High Gothic, her level of education was probably as high as two or three stories.

This woman came from a Mid-Hive intellectual family, was proficient in biotechnology, and also studied Xenos languages. Her IQ was so high that at one point, the Corpse Emperor Governor suspected she might have Tzeentchian corruption.

Main Body also knew that Olivia was faking it; she was afraid.

Olivia was afraid that if she appeared too intelligent, she would overshadow the Emperor and displease her man.

After all, the research project she had been dedicated to required the protection of strong power and massive capital investment; it wasn't something that could succeed based on high IQ alone.

Main Body did not agree with this way of thinking; heroes in the world were as numerous as crucian carp crossing a river, so how could he possibly be jealous of them all? Even Confucius once said, "I am not as good as an old farmer; I am not as good as an old gardener."

Then, what was there to be ashamed of if a mere Cheng Yu was not as good as his own wife?

It seems that not only has the world misjudged me as the Gene Tyrant, but even my own wives... have a great prejudice against me.

"I came to ask about the Dao, but there is nothing more to say; the clouds are in the blue sky, and the water is in the vase."

The Chamberlains Cheng Yu opened the doors of the Hall of Diligent Governance, and the afternoon breeze poured into the hall, blowing Cheng Yu's Daoist robe.

The Yin-Yang fish fluttered on the hem of his robe, as if they had become tangible, momentarily leaving the concubines dumbfounded.

Strictly speaking, Cheng Yu's appearance was not very handsome, especially not in line with the aesthetic standards of the Warhammer world.

But at this moment... he actually began to possess a transcendent charm beyond his appearance, causing people to involuntarily feel worship and admiration.

Olivia was suddenly struck by an epiphany... Those three times the Emperor patted my buttocks just now, was that his way of telling me to go see him at three in the morning?

...

In the middle of the night, everything was silent.

The halo cast by the combat satellite was as snow-white as silk, silently flowing over the cold metal floor of the bedchamber.

The hustle and bustle of the day had subsided, and only the water-gas palace lanterns emitted a warm glow.

Main Body had not yet rested, nor had he summoned any concubines.

He was alone, strolling on the terrace outside the hall that overlooked most of the imperial city.

The night breeze blew by, carrying the faint fragrance of exotic flowers and plants from the distant garden, blowing the ribbons of his loose Daoist robe, the Yin-Yang fish patterns on them seemingly coming to life under the moonlight, swimming slowly.

Cheng Yu stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking this vast imperial center beneath his feet that was like a sea of stars.

A slender figure, draped in a dark cloak like an elf in the dark night, appeared silently at the entrance of the terrace.

She hesitated for a moment, seemingly confirming whether there was anyone around, and then gently removed her hood, revealing Olivia's delicate yet somewhat apprehensive face.

Cheng Yu did not turn back, his voice carrying a hint of a smile: "You have come."

Olivia's heart tightened, but her expression relaxed; she had guessed correctly after all.

She moved with light steps, walked to a position slightly behind Main Body, and curtsied slightly: "Your Majesty is wise, your concubine... has come as agreed."

Olivia's voice remained soft and sweet, but it lacked the deliberate coyness of the day and had more intellectual elegance.

Main Body then slowly turned around and sized Olivia up.

She wore no makeup today, her long hair was loosely tied up with a jade hairpin, and she had shed the magnificence of her palace attire, wearing only a simple and elegant light-colored dress.

"A lotus rising from clear water, natural and unadorned," Main Body praised.

Olivia lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath them. She was not being shy; it was mainly because she didn't understand what the Emperor had just said.

Main Body took a step forward, closing the distance between them.

The faint scent of laundry detergent on his body enveloped Olivia, but Olivia had never smelled Omo, so to her, it smelled like pine needles after snow.

Main Body reached out his hand, his fingertips not touching her cheek but merely brushing lightly over the part that had been tapped by the data pad during the day.

His gaze carried a hint of playfulness: "I often wonder, my Consort Olivia, how long do you intend to hide your talents?"

"Your concubine is terrified!" Olivia knelt on the ground but dared to raise her head abruptly, looking directly at her sovereign. Their gazes collided, and a certain strange emotion also collided.

Main Body smiled slightly, bent down, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

Under the moonlight, their figures almost merged into one.

Main Body said nothing more, only lowering his head to kiss her lips, which were as soft as flower petals.

This kiss was at first a gentle probing, like a butterfly brushing past a flower stamen, carrying cherishing and protection.

But very quickly, it was like a prairie fire, becoming deep and scorching.